How far do you think it is to the legendary Prawn Shak? If you live on the Ridge you can be there in an hour and a half, driving leisurely.
It is the most chilled Sunday it is possible to imagine. Rock up around eleven, sit on the wooden swings by the bar, chat to the barman or to the legend that is Bill Budd, and drink a rum and raspberry. By the time you have drained your tin cup you will be mentally in Mozambique. Reggae plays in the background and guys in shorts and girls in bikini tops get gradually more relaxed. Buckets of beers arrive, shot glasses full of condensed milk and vodka arrive, and you wander upstairs.
On a deck overlooking the sea you eat. You eat bread with caprese salad on top, and Zulu chilli or lemongrass on top of that. Ladies help you to construct this delicious combination, the bread is soaked in balsamic and oil, the toppings are delicious, your shoulders unknot.
The sand underfoot, the sea in your sights you move on to perfect little prawn bunny chows, with chutney, with dipping prawns. More beer, more reggae, less knots. People sing along, smile, chow, dop.
The courses keep coming, line fish with different sauces, fresh and delicious, more prawns, Zulu fillet, rare and with wasabi butters, the food is endless.
Mid afternoon everyone heads down to the beautiful and clean lagoon for a swim. It is bracing and stunning, and by the time you come back from the exercise you are ready for the sugar coated baked camembert, and some more of those little shot glasses of condensed milk and vodka, with cinnamon on top.
Drive home around six and watch the cane burn, in the distance and beside the road. It is a holiday in a day, find a mate who doesn’t drink and pay for his lunch. It will be worth every penny of the R170 Bill will charge you for the five hour, seven course extravaganza. It is quite simply, as I have said before, the best day out on the North Coast.